Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I missed the feel of Cohen deep inside me and I couldn’t wait to feel him come in me, but being able to focus completely on our boy as he writhed over me was just as wonderful.
“I…Daddy…” Ian lost all train of thought as Cohen reached down between them, easing the plug out and tossing it to the floor. “I…”
I wasn’t sure if it was the empty feeling or just knowing what was coming, but something scattered Ian’s last brain cells. All he could do was shake and it seemed to take all his energy to stay upright and not come as he leaned back and braced himself against Cohen.
So I had to give him a distraction as Cohen slipped the head of his cock inside our boy…to make sure he stayed focused on us, of course.
I flicked the head of Ian’s dick as he arched back against our sexy Dom, and his cry and the desperate need in his voice had my dick making a valiant attempt to get hard again.
Cohen groaned and slid deeper into Ian as he pushed back against the sexy Dom, whining. “More, Sir…please…”
Our usually shy boy was now begging so sweetly and aching to be taken completely apart. So his Dom gave him everything he could ever want, setting an almost punishing pace as he made love to our boy for the first time.
Ian’s blissed-out expression was beautiful as he let Cohen’s touch carry him away. “Oh…I…”
Cohen’s expression was filled with wicked pleasure and delight as he loved the way Ian responded to every touch. “That’s our good boy. You know you belong to us and we’re going to make sure you never forget.”
The look on his face said how much Cohen loved our boy even though he’d never said the words. But between the way he watched Ian so tenderly and the sweet way he wanted both of us to move in with him, it was impossible to miss how he felt about us.
“Sir…” Ian’s face contorted with pleasure as Cohen slammed into him, but it wasn’t until I flicked the head of his dick again that he cried out and shook. “I…”
He must’ve done something wonderful to Cohen’s cock because our sexy Dom groaned and I knew he was nearly at the end of his rope. The way Ian clenched around him was going to push him right over the edge, but no matter how long it lasted, I was never going to forget how they looked writhing over me together.
They were beautiful.
“Who do you belong to, baby?” Cohen nibbled on Ian’s neck, wrapping his hands tighter around our boy to pin him in place.
Ian whimpered, gasping as I pinched the head of his dick to give him just a bit more incentive to answer his Dom.
Cohen’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head as Ian clenched around him. He managed not to come, but once he knew he was back from the edge, he glared at me as he pinched Ian’s nipples, fighting to drive Ian crazy before he allowed himself to come.
Watching Ian come undone and Cohen’s internal battle was almost as good as getting to make love to them myself. They were sexy and cute and absolutely perfect as they came together.
Yep, I was starting to see what Ian liked about watching.
Getting to study them both as the pleasure kept growing also let me see the moment it got to be too much for both of them. Ian’s expression was softening and I knew if Cohen kept edging him, our boy was going to fly off into subspace.
Our sexy Dom, on the other hand, had been pushed to his limits and he was only human. As his rhythm started to falter, I wrapped my hand around Ian’s cock and gave it a rough tug. “Come for your Dom. Show him how good he made you feel.”
It burst the floodgates for both of them.
Ian cried out, shaking and going stiff as his dick pulsed in my hand, flooding it with cum. Our boy’s sexy cries or maybe just the way his body was tightening around Cohen had him following our boy over the edge, groaning and chasing the last drops of pleasure they were both desperate for.
When Ian slouched against Cohen and his expression went soft and fuzzy, I pulled our boy back into my arms. As he nuzzled against me, he groaned as Cohen gently eased out of him. I just laughed since he’d found it so funny when it’d been my turn.
“Brat.” He would’ve sounded more serious if he hadn’t yawned and rubbed his cheek against me as he went boneless, completely ignoring the mess between us.
Kissing his head, I smiled as Cohen smiled down at the two of us. “You’re both brats.”
Ian’s voice was quiet and I could hear the exhaustion in his voice as the words slipped out unfiltered. “That’s okay. You love us anyway. You like brats.”